A Freudian-esque phantasmagoric acid crash into the subconscious. A nervous breakdown in front of the mirror, staring into one’s pores. With its mind-altering riffage and host of seedy inner voices, Congenital Fixation peels back the skin on the genre of progressive rock-metal, to reveal there is much still alive among the wormed out circuitry. The first track, Cockroach Eyelids, toys with the idea of a typical song, and later dissolves into maniacal laughter. The others follow suit, but in their own unique fashion, seeking to expand the bounds of their structure and emerge gleaming, anew.
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